Wren
The air in the bedroom felt thick with us—sweat, c*m, woodsmoke, and pure satisfaction. I lay boneless in the middle of the big bed, my soft body glistening with their release across my stomach and breasts. My thighs were sticky, my core still pulsing from Lucien. But when Zephyr’s storm eyes met mine, I saw the last leash on his control snap.
“My turn,” he said, voice low and rough like thunder rolling in. He flipped me onto my stomach with strong hands, then pulled my hips up so I was on my knees, ass raised, chest pressed to the mattress. The position made me feel exposed and lush—my full ass and thighs on display, belly hanging soft and heavy, breasts squished against the sheets. I loved it. No hiding. Just offering.
Caius and Lucien moved to the sides again, but this time they
